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number_2 ([personal profile] number_2) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2023-12-01 07:53 am

Welcome To The Village

Who: Everyone who was signed-up for the excursion
What: The Village December Excursion
When: Dec 1st - Dec 23rd
Where: The Village
Warnings: Involuntary capture and confinement including immobilization and restraints, violence, injury, maiming, possibility of death, torture, coercion, gaslighting, mind control, drugging, scientific experiments, and extremely inaccurate depictions of mental health facilities/hospitals, among other potentially triggering themes. Please mark all threads appropriately.




"Good morning, good morning, good morning!" A voice that sounds very similar to Friday's chirps over a loudspeaker outside your character's home. Yes, their home.

Overnight, all the passengers who signed up for this excursion have been transported to their very own personal cottages. They will awake in a bed that is familiar to them. While this home of theirs does not necessarily have to resemble the place they were born or raised, it will be a perfect replica of a place they truly thought of as their home, down to the most minute details.

The cottages are self-contained, the size of a large studio apartment so, in some cases, they may only resemble the bedroom and living room of a person's home with a shrunken-down kitchenette and bathroom adjoined. But the heirlooms of their past are here. A favorite doll? A treasured family portrait? Trinkets you have long forgotten about? All of them will be here, somehow. (All except for weapons, that is.) They are indistinguishable from the real item, down to the molecule.

After that wake-up call, the voice continues on to express that the weather will be warm and sunny, with no rain forecasted. A brass band concert is announced, to start at noon on the lawn next to the living chess set. And once that bit of news is wrapped up, lively marching band music will begin to play. And it will continue to play. All day. From every speaker...including the ones hidden in their home.

Welcome to Your Village

It only gets stranger from here. Characters may be dismayed to find that they are without any of their original clothes or belongings. They awake in conservative button-up pajamas. The closet in their home is full of the latest Village Fashion to choose from. Everything is The Village label brand, including the tin cans of food that stock the kitchen and any of the groceries you could get at the General Store.

Your ship phone rings. When you answer it, you will be greeted, once again, by the voice of Friday. "Your number, please? Of course, you have a number. Look at your badge." If they look down at their chest, they will discover a small round number badge has been pinned to their pajamas. Was that there before? It bears the symbol of a Penny-farthing Bicycle, with a number in the spokes. This is their number.

"No names here," the voice of Friday chides, "Only numbers. Number 2 would like a word with you at the Green Dome. He requests you come for breakfast. Thank you!" Before they can protest further, the line goes dead.


Some Notes:
  • No matter how many times your character tries to take off and disregard their number badge, they will always find it re-attached to their clothes again the moment they look away and look back.

  • Your characters still have their phones but now they can only make calls instead of sending texts. They also do not take or store photographs anymore.

  • If your character destroys or damages anything in their home, or in The Village it will instantly repair the way things used to on the Serena Eterna.

  • The noise from the speakers can be muffled by covering it with pillows or other creative items, but cannot be stopped entirely. (Sorry Phil)
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    [personal profile] not_the_last 2023-12-18 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
    "Helena, it's Cassandra." The voice is very nearby; there's alarm in it, and concern. "What's happened?"
    mistertwister: (attention)

    [personal profile] mistertwister 2023-12-18 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
    "You hurt, Hel?" Another voice, just as close. He stoops down, gets more level with her. "Tell me if I can help."
    decrypter: (pain.)

    [personal profile] decrypter 2023-12-19 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
    Voices, voices of people she can trust, and she lifts her head a little to speak to them. Reaches out one hand, if someone cares to touch it.

    "My house..."

    The words are pained, bitter. It's not just the mess, though that would have been enough, with the stress of this place. It's just cementing that nowhere is safe. Nowhere at all, except the deepest parts of her own soul, and she's wound so tight she shakes a little.

    "Please, help me. I can't fix it."
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    [personal profile] not_the_last 2023-12-19 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
    Cassandra's hand is right there to take hers, and press it gently.

    (Her other hand, unseen by Helena but in clear view for Okie, is clenched on the fabric of her skirt, trembling minutely in suppressed fury.)

    "Of course we'll help," she says steadily. "Shall I call in some more hands, or would you prefer I didn't?"
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    [personal profile] mistertwister 2023-12-19 10:59 am (UTC)(link)
    “I can go ahead inside, if that’s okay.” He wants to reach out, be a physical reassurance, but decides against the idea of potentially startling her any more than she is. He wants to be angry for her, wants to make a mess out of whoever did this to her, but tries to stay calm and warm for her instead.

    “I can start getting everything picked up an’ tidy, an’ then you can come in an’ help me get it all back in the right place, yeah?”
    decrypter: (final.)

    [personal profile] decrypter 2023-12-19 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
    Cass's hand is found, gripped tightly, like an anchor.

    "Do whatever you like - whatever you need to. I just...don't know what to do."

    Where to even begin. Should she go in, or stay out here? Should she move, or be still? It's overwhelming, and it's why the tears won't stop. Why, why, when she had tried so hard to be good, to keep herself safe so others wouldn't worry.
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    [personal profile] not_the_last 2023-12-20 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
    "It's all right. We'll take care of everything." She keeps her hand steady in Helena's grasp. "You came to help me when I needed it, you and so many others. Now we're here to help you. And we'll call in some others."

    Her glance flicks up to Okie. "If you call Darcy, I'll try to reach," a momentary hesitation, "Crichton."

    (She isn't sure how close he and Helena are, but she's quite sure he'll come to help if she asks.)
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    [personal profile] mistertwister 2023-12-20 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
    "On it. I'll head inside while I make that call, if you wanna stick out here for a sec." He turns back to Helena, gives her a tap on the knee before stands up. "You know I'm glad to help, Hel, always. Thanks for trustin' me with this."

    He pulls out his phone on his way inside, punches in Darcy's number while he surveys the mess. "Hey Darce, I know a fair lady that could use her knight, if you catch what I mean. Me an' Cass are here but who she needs is you."